Samuel Beckett once wrote,
“We don't travel for the sake of travel, as far as I know;
we are idiots, but not to this extent.
Without really understanding the storm that was passing under the skull of the Irish Nobel, thinking, with a bit of provocation, that our stomachs will soon be close to sharing this feeling.
At least when in Paris they cross to the taste of the Levant.
A few more efforts, a few addresses, a few recipes, and we will frankly wonder why running to the Middle East to find out what we eat there, as the capital now provides a full pantry.
Among the activists of this geo-gastronomy, Alan Geaam, who, on three numbers of rue Saint-Martin, now provides all meal times for a Little Beirut.
The latest, at number 212 and from morning to night, Faurn, a hot Lebanese pizzeria spot.
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